Lily was excited, it was Thursday and that meant massage day. Since she'd starting working at her new studio, her boss had sporadically offered her free massages and this was an offer she couldn't refuse. After a few random massages, he'd offered them on a weekly basis, every Thursday afternoon. She gratefully accepted.
Whilst she was predominantly excited, she was also nervous. The massages were incredible and made her feel amazing...but they were very intimate and exposing for her, and it felt like, with each massage, it was becoming more exposing and intimate. When they started, he would cover her ass with a towel, then he'd start by doing that but remove it halfway through, now he just doesn't bother. And just last week, he'd made a comment that she should wear her skimpiest underwear next week, clarifying that he found her modest underwear was getting in the way. She'd blushed significantly and nodded, and now she was entering the studio wearing just that, her littlest thing that nestled between her cheeks.
The afternoon was always empty but the door was open. She entered and found Damien sat at the desk waiting. Her heart fluttered. He was so handsome. Strong facial features and short blonde hair. His body was muscular and chiselled as shown off his tight white t-shirt. He stood up and smiled, towering over her at 6'4".
"There's my favourite employee." He said calmly.
"Morning, Damien." She responded joyfully, smiling back. She felt a pang of guilt in her stomach, she was aroused already. Everytime she'd been left hot and horny after these massages and the guilt soon followed. Now it was starting earlier. She hadn't even told her boyfriend about the massages for fear of what he might assume and it just made what could be an innocent event into dirty and secret.
"Ready for me to get started on you?"
"God, yes." She said sighing, almost sounding a little too desperate. They both laughed and he subtly eyed her up and down in that moment before they headed through to the massage room. It was a secluded little room in the back. They walked in to the smell of incense and a dark room lit only by a myriad of candles. It was so calm and relaxing. In the middle was the table.. Mirrors lined a good few of the walls so you could watch yourself being massaged.
"You know the drill. Get yourself stripped and call me when you're ready, Lily." He said, almost commandingly. Even though the direction to strip, contextually, was innocent, the way he said it whilst looking at her nearly made her melt.
"OK, see you soon." She said as he stepped out. She sighed in relief, pressure relieving. Her heart was pounding. She stood in front of one of the mirrors and removed her top. Her two large but perky breasts popped out from under her top, both her big nipples erect and hard from all the excitement. She removed her tight jeans and let them fall to the ground, leaving her in just a thong. Her heart thumped again as she took the opportunity to look at herself.
She looked fucking incredible. Her tiny, youthful body was on full display. She was barely 5ft and tight all over. She had decently wide hips and a waist that came in so narrow. Her thighs were decently thick but still had a gap. Her face was the picture of innocent, like an angelic little girl. Pale skin and soft features. Her lips were formed perfectly and a light pink colour. Her eyes were deep and gorgeous, topped with full and alluring ginger hair she'd tied into a ponytail. She was undeniably cute but the rest of her body was made for fucking. She glanced over her shoulder at another mirror and gasped under her breath. Her ass was fat, it always had been despite her size and fitness. No ass that large should rightfully belong to such a little girl. This was exacerbated by the thong that disappeared between her two large ass cheeks. She slid her thumbs under the waist band and pulled it even tighter, the waistband sliding up her hips and the material sinking deeper between her cheeks and pushing against her damp pussy. In her head, she justified not wanting it to get in the way...but she knew what she was doing. She walked over to the table and climbed on, lying face down. "I'm ready, Damien." She said, voice almost trembling.
"OK, I'm coming in." He said, also full of excitement. The first view coming in justified it. She was lying ass first and he bit his lip at the view. This was why he offered her free massages. It started as a kindness but after the first, it was all about getting access regularly to her young, tight body. She was his ideal type but she had a boyfriend (and he had a wife but he couldn't care less) so this was the best easy to engineer intimacy. He'd been pushing her boundaries ever since the beginning. And now, seeing her in the smallest thong he'd ever seen, pulled tight up against her fat ass, he knew he was making ground. "No way am I covering that fucking ass with a towel today." He thought, smirking.
He stepped over and started playing some calming, instrumental music on the stereo. He grabbed his kit of heated massage oils and walked over to the goddess on the table laid out before him. "I'll start with you back today." He said.
"Yes please." She responded eagerly awaiting his strong, firm touch. He didn't make her wait much longer. He trickled the hot, thick oil all down her back and let it sink into the skin. His hands were almost shaking as he took hold of her body and worked the oil into her back and shoulders. God she felt good, her skin was impossibly soft and pure. God his hands felt good, so big and strong. She sighed out audibly, a bit embarrassed, from his first initial touch. He laughed.
"Sounds like you needed this." He said, working her toned back and shoulders.
"Absolutely, this feels so good." She said. She watched him in the mirror, there was something hot about watching this tall, attractive man work on her body. Today, he was stealing a ton of glances and stares at her ass, only increasing her arousal.
He worked her back and shoulders for roughly ten minutes, oiling her up and loosening her body. Lily melted into the table, her relaxation deepening. She continued to sigh at his touch and he roamed her soft supple skin with his hands.
"Time for your feet and legs I think." He said. He moved down her body and she caught sight of his crotch in the mirror. She had to stifle a gasp. He was wearing shorts this week, tight shorts, too tight it seems. She'd seen hints of an erection before...but never to this level of vivid detail. There was a thick, fat lump in his shorts, extending down his thigh an alarmingly length. He was hard and he was fucking hung. She immediately felt her pussy pulse at the sight of that concerningly large bulge as he passed her by and down to her legs and feet.
He loved working on her legs. She was exquisite thighs and it was his opportunity to spread her legs slowly and get a better look at her. He didn't waste much time on her feet and calves, by this point he could never justify delaying access to those thick thighs. He oiled them up generously and lifted one of her legs up, getting his hands all over her thigh. She moaned a little again, loving the feeling of the muscles and flesh being groped. He pulled the leg out quite wide, hungry for a better view as he groped her. Lily felt her cheeks flush red knowing that her pussy must've been on full display and tried to move her other thigh across to compensate. She felt a firm hand grab that other thigh.
"Leave it there." He said sternly, sliding it back.
